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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2008 23:40:10 GMT -5
Rodrick shrugged, "I do not really know. But its good." He followed Terrence's gaze, "Ahh our new Whisper Master. Must have your spies working over time to figure out who he is?" Rodrick chuckled proudly.
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Post by Horas on Oct 22, 2008 23:41:55 GMT -5
Terrence snorts at the jest. "Merely curious to see a new face, Your Grace. Is he a friend of yours?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2008 23:44:17 GMT -5
"I had never met the man til I employed him. But he is a master spy." Rodrick replied, "He told me so himself."
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Post by Horas on Oct 22, 2008 23:47:58 GMT -5
Terrence laughs. "I shall have to take special care not to insult him, then. I would not want a master spy as an enemy. Still..." Terrence examines the whisperer again, "It is hard to fear a man who barely looks like he can raise a sword."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2008 23:52:34 GMT -5
Rodrick laughed, "Daggers weigh only a quarter of a good blade." The King made a weak-wristed throwing motion, "Plus he can hurl them." He snorted looking down his nose at the man, "I thought about cutting off his balls when Selyse brought him to me, but I think they would be too hard to find."
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Post by Horas on Oct 23, 2008 0:00:22 GMT -5
Terrence laughs. "True enough. I thank you for the talk, Your Grace, but now I must ask for a piece of advise," he leans in conspiratorally. "If I were to challenge one of your twelve to a drinking contest, who would I have the best chance of defeating?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 23, 2008 0:04:15 GMT -5
Rodrick laughed, "Kijo does not drink so he would be the easiest mark. But you can see the paradox there. Trant is the smallest, but can pack it away surprisingly well. Tides, he is the easiest mark."
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 23, 2008 0:06:54 GMT -5
William walked up the King, "Your Grace here try this." William hands the smiling King a large mug of golden liquid.
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Post by Horas on Oct 23, 2008 0:11:57 GMT -5
Terrence claps Rodrick on the back, then throws him a mock salute. "I shall not forget the service you have done me this day, my liege."
Then he turns and strides across the tavern to where he spies the Tinker Knight. "Ipthius Tides! Ten golden dragons says I can drink you under the table in under an hour!"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 23, 2008 0:14:44 GMT -5
Ipthius takes his nose out of a barmaid's dress and looks at Terrence, "Treble it and I shall Surely be eager to participate."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 23, 2008 0:16:20 GMT -5
Petra Bettley enters the party dressed in a long gown, showing off her ample cleavage. She seems to be looking for a particular some one.
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Post by Horas on Oct 23, 2008 0:17:49 GMT -5
Terrence drops a heavy purse on the table, then sits down. "You're on," he grins.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 23, 2008 0:18:39 GMT -5
William walked up the King, "Your Grace here try this." William hands the smiling King a large mug of golden liquid. Rodrick tries it and laughs, "Decent, but not that rich Rosey. Good match though, well fought." |
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 23, 2008 0:20:13 GMT -5
"It's Heavy Cider actually. Made at my keep. Yes I continue to be close to victory but not close enough."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 23, 2008 0:20:47 GMT -5
Ipithius waves over a bartender, and then takes out a red flask. Slowly he empties the flask down his throat. As he finishes he throws away his flask, "That is my special Imbibing Poultice, now I shall be able to drink more then an Elephant."
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Hope you all are well and happy.